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And she turned abruptly as if she would be gone. But the girl held her back. "No, you don't. We are not going to lose you like that. We'll kidnap you, as Dempsy suggested, till after lunch; then we'll motor you back to Arden. You'll get there just about as soon."
By this time the rest of the carful had gathered about them; and Dempsy Carter being a good Catholic bared his head and crossed himself. "'Tis wee Joseph of Lebanon," Patsy repeated, dully; and then to Dempsy Carter, "Aye, make a prayer for him; but ye'd best do it driving like the devil for the doctor."
He had halted some five leagues beyond Crandlemar at an inn remote from the highway, the landlord of which was a monk, dissembling his name to Jacques Dempsy of the Cow and Horn, and his religion to anything that was the king's pleasure. The two sat in the deserted drinking-room; their heads bent together and speaking in subdued tones.
Adrian looked up hopefully; for he was of no mind to meet his wife upon the threshold of a battle, and two hours earlier, 'twould be time and to spare, and he spoke out bravely, "I'll see to the message," and he was guilty of a low-bred wink at Dempsy.
"Billy Burgeman," repeated Patsy. "Do you know him?" Dempsy Carter interposed. "They're chums, Miss O'Connell. I'll wager there isn't a soul on earth that knows Billy as well as Greg does." "That's hard on Marjorie, isn't it?" asked Janet Payne. "Oh, hang Marjorie!" The sincerity of Gregory Jessup's emotion somewhat excused his outburst. "Why, I thought they were betrothed!" Patsy looked innocent.
A hand scratched at the flap of her tent and Janet Payne's voice broke into her reverie: "Can't we see you, please, for just a moment? We'll solemnly promise not to stay long." Patsy hooked back the flap and forced the semblance of a welcome into her greeting. "It was simply ripping!" chorused the Dempsy Carters, each gripping a hand. Janet Payne looked down upon her with adoring eyes.
At last, Dempsy of the Cow and Horn began in deep, full tones the first movement of the "Kyrie eleison, Christe Eleison, Kyrie eleison," and one by one every voice leapt up in a God-have-mercy, and the walls echoed and without the birds seemed to take it up, and it was carried to a listening ear not far from the shadow of the wall.
"Charles treats us as mendicants; but if he should chance to see the coffers of our order, he would know we had received something else beside a crust for shriving." The count looked up again so quickly, Dempsy caught himself and wondered what he had been saying, and what his last words were; for he had been thinking aloud, as it were.
We are all very much at your service including the car, which is not mine, but the Dempsy Carters'." "Shall we kidnap Miss O'Connell?" suggested the owner. "She appears an easy victim." Janet Payne clapped her hands, but Patsy shook a decided negative. "That's the genius of the Irish," she laughed; "they look easy till you hold them up.
A brave day to all of you." And her smile greeted the carful indiscriminately. "Oh!" the girl was apologetic "how beastly rude I am! I'm forgetting that you don't know everybody as well as everybody knows you. Jean Lewis, Mrs. Dempsy Carter, Dempsy Carter, Gregory Jessup, and Jay Clinton Miss Patricia O'Connell, of the Irish National Players.
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